This Veteran's Day is more meaningful to me than past years. It's a day to remember not only all who have served our country and have since passed away. It's a day to remember my grandpa. My grandpa was the only grandpa I knew. He was fun, lovable, and unique. I remember his whistling. I remember his tongue twisters. (I wish I could remember the one about the Polly's pink plastic pills that cures everything... one he used when we were sad over something silly like not being first. LOL!) I remember his hats. My DS was the only great-grandchild he remembered in his later years. And he had a fascination with Grandpa's hats. I have a wonderful scrapbook page, but I don't think it was ever photographed. Grandpa loved to talk about his war days. He worked with a priest. From what I can remember, they were on and off the battle fields. I was young and wish I had journals to read. What I remember most was the food and the meticulous way they had to pack their uniforms. Guess what? That's now how I pack my suitcases. And if I'm careful, I have no wrinkles!!!
It's a sad day. It's a day for tears. It's a day for remembering. With myself. I know Mom and Grandma went to a special service. I was busy with DS. He had a medical emergency. But I'm not sure I could have handled it. I remember being numb for awhile after he passed. I didn't cry until I heard Taps. Now I just want to cherish the memories.
So today, I chose to psot some sympathy cards I've made in the past. I seem to use light blue on most of my sympathy cards. It seems soothing to me.
This Thursday would have been his 89th birthday. I will post something more festive to celebrate him on that day.